It was a sunny Jun 14th of 2015 and it was my mom's birthday. That day we spent the whole day with our family, celebrating, dancing and eating. It was getting dark and I was outside of the house playing with my cousin’s. After that my mom took me to the bathroom and we had a serious talk. We were talking respectfully with each other and at that moment she took her ring off and she added it to my middle finger on my right hand. I was so confused. And then, she told me, “I want you to keep this ring because I know you will take care of it the same way as I did this whole time”. I was still confused but then she started to tell me the story of the ring and how she got it. She said that her dad gave it to her when she was little and she also told me that it is important to her because her dad died a few months later. After she finished the story, I clearly understood why she decided to give me the ring. Finally, she gave me the ring when I was 10 years old and now I am 17 years old, and I still have it. 

– O

Relationship:  Im/migrant who arrived as a child Im/migrant who arrived as a child